Seeing 60's doesn't mean the decade I was born, or the wild hippy days either! It means that this morning when I got on the scale I'm now seeing 260's. Just a month ago I was feeling really crappy, my knees were always hurting, my few jeans and dress pants that I own in my "fat" size could barely be buttoned or snapped and almost every shirt that I owned was either uncomfortably tight or it was large enough to make a tent from. I knew that I had to make some changes because all of this was bringing me way, way down. This morning I saw 268lbs on the scale for the first time in a long time. I know I have so much more to go, but it is really awesome to see the numbers jump from the 290s to 260s. I know that a lot of people have told me that is too much too fast, but I realize that the numbers will be slowing down considerably the more I lose. Hopefully, as things slow down I can keep the motivation and good attitude to keep moving forward.
Long bike rides
This past weekend the weather was great, so I got my cycling garb on and headed out on my bike to cover the roads around where I live. I live near the Chesapeake Bay, so there are many nice rural roads that skirt the bay and often provide glimpses of the shimmering water out through the trees or from up high on a hilly road that passes through an area near the cliffs that mark many shores of the Chesapeake Bay.
I have loved riding my bike for as long as I can remember and used it as real transportation from a young age to deliver newspapers in the morning and to get from home to the pool or other destinations before I was old enough to drive a car. Matter of fact, a friend of mine and I finished our first organized century ride before either one of us had a drivers license. I remember riders that were much older than our 14 or 15 years asking us if we had trained for the ride and we looked at them like they were crazy. We didn't really know what they meant. All we knew is that we rode our bikes every day, and lots of days we would easily ride 25 miles or more, and after all, this century ride was only four of those easy 25 mile rides put together!!! right?
Well, I do remember it was hard, and I think we only managed 10 miles per hour average, but we finished that ride, and nearly 40 years later I remember the feeling of accomplishment and that day being one of the best days of my life.
Through the years I have done many organized rides, been in shape and out of shape, been skinny and fat, feeling good and feeling bad, but I have always loved to ride my bike. With this said, again I get back on the saddle and peddle on to lose some weight and regain fitness that I have let slip away so easily. It won't be so easy coming back this time but I'll do it.
Some photos from the weekend ride taken as stills from my GoPro Video Camera